HoloMythos (Oneshots & Short Stories)

Caesura III

Summary:

Chaos lies in darkness as her world turns bleak and grey with every passing moment, caged with guilt that never lets her go, and shackled by emotions that anchor her to her lowest. She endures every waking hour of her immortality as she prays that someday, the light that gave her existence meaning may return to her once more.

How long can one possibly cling to the concept of Hope before despair swallows them whole?

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C3: Flower of Hope

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I would've done it already if I could.

But I'm still here just for you.

You made your promise that you would come back and I made mine that I'd wait. It doesn't matter how long it's going to be, I'll stay here for as long as the Earth is still standing, for as long as the sun sets and rises, for as long as the universe may exist.

You'll keep your end of the deal and I'll keep mine because that's what promises are, right?

Some might say I'm grasping at straws here.

Maybe... maybe I'm being played like fiddle once again. My heart swindled twice by the same individual that dropped it. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

Crickets, the chirping of these insects is practically synonymous with the nightly ambience—some might say it's the sound of silence—but that's not the case tonight. Instead of silence, my ears are met with emptiness like the world is devoid of any life. I have to make quick, short hums every now and then just to remind myself that I haven't lost my hearing.

It's been like this for quite some time now with no reasons that I could possibly discern other than this feeling of... dread. I haven't felt this in eternity, the sense of danger and doom that's only comparable to when the Manipulator arrived on Earth and wreaked havoc. I just hope that the others are safe out there; Fauna, Mumei, Kronii, Sana.

The small glimpses I took at the outside world showcased me clouds that are so thick and gloomy, they blot out the sparkling stars above. The air is deathly cold yet the winter season is still too far to have a noticeable effect, and it doesn't seem like it's gonna rain tonight.

Taking another, longer look outside I see the clouds roaring like the waves in the ocean. Like a rapid it courses vigorously through the troposphere, its movement more akin to that of a massive hurricane which unfortunately—from my position currently—I can't pinpoint where the eye of the storm is. The frequent lightning strikes flashing violets as it releases its charge to the ground as mighty gusts of winds blow its chilly air. It's so end-of-the-world like, I sound like a broken record right now but there's no other way to appropriately describe this atmosphere.

What is happening out there? Is the prophesized Judgement Day here already? Has Ragnarök begun? Did Armageddon arrive on Earth? Because it sure feels like it. With all these flags of uncertainty and doom I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking that right now.

My nerves tingle and my ear twitches, my senses constantly being loaded with this mysterious activity far beyond where I am. I close my eyes, calm my breathing and focus, honing my mind as I try to make sense of it all...

Visions of a group of individuals occupy my mind, four to be exact; a warrior of the eternal flames, an apprentice of Death, a seafolk who lost her home, and a... blonde human girl. All of who are facing something, something so insidious that just the thought of it makes my spine shiver to its core, and yet it feels so familiar to me. It's an aura that I've sensed before but can't it remember for the life of me.